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Warning for this chapter: mention of suicide and sexual content.
It was a full-moon night. Its light reflected upon the river and gave off an eerie atmosphere to the town. Kakashi looked at the woman in front of him, standing with her back to the water and facing him. Her hair was pulled up in a low bun on her nape, a few wavy strands loose beside her bangs. She was wearing a tight lace dress, he couldn't tell the exact colour but it was dark, high-necked and long-sleeved, but very short on her thighs. Only a little skin of her legs was exposed, though, as she was wearing high boots that reached way up her knees. She was both sensual and conservative at the same time. But Kakashi's mind had only briefly taken account of her looks and decided to focus on more urgent matters. Like the fact that she was alive, for starters.
"You know, contrary to what I thought, the weather is truly nice here in the Land of Lightning," Asuka said. 'What?' Kakashi thought. The first words she told him after almost 14 years, and she wanted to talk about the weather? "I thought you were dead, Asuka." She diverted her gaze. "No small talk, uh?" She was trying hard to ease the tension between them, because there had never been tension back then; they had always been at ease when they were together. "Where have you been all this time?" He asked, getting close, but keeping himself at a certain distance, nonetheless. She noticed he was even taller than before, and his shoulders were broader, but that laid-back walk was always the same. He was wearing the standard jounin uniform, even though a little different from the one she remembered. She wondered if he was still in the Anbu. Uh, no. He was the Hokage now. "I've been abroad. Overseas, in the Western continent." Kakashi frowned. "The journey was a nightmare, by the way. I also discovered that I do very poorly on ships," she continued. "Heh. Practically threw up continually for three weeks. I left a nice streak for the fish to eat," she joked. He looked at her face, now that he was closer. Her cheeks were thinner than he remembered, and she had make up on. Red lipstick, and whatever it was women put around their eyes, he didn't know. She was overall more mature, but her eyes bore the same playful expression as when they were kids, and her lips, scrunched in the effort of repressing a smile, reminded Kakashi of his old friend. He closed his eyes and exhaled, smiling behind his mask. "Idiot," he commented. He almost lost his balance when her body pressed against his, in a tight hug. "I've missed you all this time, Kakashi. I've been thinking about Konoha for all these years," she whispered in his ear. He finally let his arms circle around her waist and hugged her back. He felt like he was squeezing her, but she didn't seem to mind.
"I've read through your file," Kakashi told Asuka, as they were sitting on a bench on the river bank. "Shikaku's report on your last mission. But it was dismissed in a few sentences, so I didn't know what to make of that." Asuka frowned. "Both my father and Shikaku-taicho are dead, I suppose. Otherwise, you would've asked them." She said. He glanced at her, then his gaze turned back to the water flowing. He nodded. The woman closed her eyes and sighed. Kakashi wondered if that was the right time to tell her about her brothers' deaths as well, but as he was searching for the kindest way to deliver such information, she spoke. "I had developed a new jutsu. It was based on the one Minato-san had used to seal the evil part of the Kyuubi chakra inside himself, which was also the one my mother used on her last mission." Kakashi closed his eyes. It was also the one the Third had used when he had sacrificed himself for the village. "I had combined it with one of my mother's clan's sealing jutsus. You know, I was trying to find a way to escape the annoying part in which the one who performs the jutsu has to die. However, I had tried it many times on minor evil beings, and I had also developed a way to reverse the effect of the seal and set the sealed being free. In that mission you read about, we had been sent to investigate on a slaughter that had happened in a monastery in the North of the Land. I was there too, as apparently there were voices speaking of demons appearing in the area. There was only one demon, though, Amanozako. She was probably the most evil spirit I had ever encountered. When we met her, she had already devastated another village and was killing the survivors." She paused briefly, grimacing while bringing her hand to her stomach. "We tried to fight her, but nothing seemed to work, so I used my jutsu on her, and it worked. She was sealed, and I was alive. But as the days passed and we were on our way back home, things just started going down the drain." She remained silent, her hand on her abdomen, looking at the river. The corners of her mouth were pointing downwards. "The report said you would often pass out or have fits of rage, completely out of the blue and out-of-character for you." "Yeah," she resumed, "I was little-by-little being possessed by the very same creature I had sealed within me. The things she told me in my mind, what she wanted me to do… I didn't know such evil could exist."
"I discovered another downside of my jutsu that I had not experienced before." Kakashi turned to her. "I was slowly but constantly losing my chakra. And I mean losing as in definitely. It didn't matter how much I rested, it was being depleted. When I tried to use chakra for any kind of jutsu, I would only find hers inside of me. That's when the fits happened. When we arrived at the village, Shikaku-taicho and my father hastily accompanied me to my maternal relatives, but there was nothing they could do. So my father gave me his last order," Asuka's voice trembled. She paused for a moment, trying to steady her emotions. Kakashi waited patiently for her to continue. "He asked me to go away from the village and to find a solution to that predicament." The man looked at her, seriousness on his face. "I know it may sound like he was only playing hot potato telling me to go away and try to solve the matter on my own, but there was truly no other solution, other than killing me there. It was for the sake of the village; he couldn't afford to have both the Kyuubi and a rage-driven spirit in Konoha. It was the best decision he could take." Kakashi was still looking at her. "What if you hadn't found a solution?" She sighed, lowering her gaze. "Then I was to end my life. The peculiar thing about my jutsu was that, even though it could be reversed, if the container died, what was inside would die too." Kakashi let out a sigh. "I believe it was also the hardest order for the Hokage. Telling his own daughter to either solve the matter on her own, or commit suicide…" his gaze had softened somehow. "That's why you told me that thing about the Hokage's orders, right?" She looked back at him, nodding. "Yeah." She smiled. "You know… you were the only person I said goodbye to. I just couldn't leave without seeing you one last time."
"So, you were coming back to Konoha, right?" Asuka nodded. "Then I presume you found a solution?" She shrugged. "Yeah, more or less. I still have her in me, but I managed to tame her. In the last two years I slowly regained some of my chakra back, even if I can't control it how I used to. I planned on gaining full control of it before coming back, but around half a year ago… I had a terrible nightmare." Half a year ago… the Fourth Ninja War? "I saw Konoha. It was devastated by fire, people were screaming, there were monsters devouring other monsters… When I woke up, Amanozako was laughing loudly in my head, rejoicing in the distruction. It was the hardest time I had to control her." But after that, I could no longer stay put. I felt something had happened, and I just couldn't… not do anything. I started my journey, but it took me months to cross the Western continent and come here. By the time I reached the Land of Lightning, I had no money to continue my journey, that's why I stopped here for a while. I spoke with some people here and I met B-san, but I couldn't tell him who I was… When I had left, our lands were at war, I couldn't afford to give confidential information away. So I just received partial information on what had happened. And then you came. As Hokage, nonetheless." She smiled at him, then frowned. "Kakashi, what happened to your eye?" The man realized she was referring to his missing sharingan. It was his turn now to speak. "Asuka…" he started, insecure about where to begin, "Obito was alive."
"And that's how I became Hokage," he ended, shrugging. "Not that I truly wanted to." She giggled. "It's so you." He had told her everything, about the Uchiha, the Akatsuki organisation and the Fourth Ninja War, and how he lost his eye. "I wish I had fought alongside all of you. Maybe some things would have gone differently," Asuka confessed. "It's ok. You had your own battle to fight," Kakashi replied, giving her a reassuring look. 'And I'm sure it was as painful as ours,' he thought. "Can I ask you something, Kakashi?" He nodded. "You talked to me about Konohamaru, but… did Asuma have a family of his own?" "Kurenai was pregnant with his daughter when he died. Mirai is a beautiful and healthy child." Asuka smiled sadly, and looked away. After a while, he heard her. "It's funny how I left with a father and two brothers, and now I'm a fatherless and brotherless auntie, uh?" It was not funny at all. Her voice was trembling, and her shoulders were shaking. Kakashi could not see her eyes, as she was still facing the other way, but she was crying. He put a hand on her shoulder, and said nothing. After a few moments, she dried her face with the sleeve of her dress, and looked back at him. "Will you walk me back to my apartment, Kakashi?"
They strolled silently for ten minutes, before coming in front of a building. "Kakashi, there is something I have to ask you… about my seal. If it's too late, though, I can ask you again tomorrow." He glanced at her abdomen, and nodded. He didn't want to leave. "Come," she whispered, leading him into the main door and up three sets of stairs. She opened the door to a small apartment and entered, turning on the lights but dimming them so as not to blind their eyes, as they had been in the moonlit darkness for a few hours. It was a plain-looking apartment, but the atmosphere inside was warm. Kakashi sat on the couch, as he listened to her preparing tea in the kitchen. She came back and offered him a cup, then sat next to him. "I told you how my chakra is now back, but seriously fucked up. I think it could get better if someone could embed part of their chakra in me… Mix it in the irregular flow of my own chakra, and give it an order…" He looked at the cup in his hand. "Yeah. I thought about that, too." He heard her chuckle. "Of course. You're a genius." She winked at him, smirking. "I'll have to see the seal, though," he said, pointing at her abdomen. She nodded, rested her cup on the table and unhooked the buttons in the back part of her dress, unzipped it and proceeded to pull out her arms from the sleeves. "What are you doing?" She heard Kakashi say. He glanced at him, an eyebrow raised. "Taking off this dress, obviously." She noticed him looking away. "Are you serious? It's nothing you haven't already seen. Plenty of times,if I may add." He heard some rustling, then she called him. "Heh, I'm ready, you prude old man." She had stood up and positioned herself in front of him, so that his face was looking directly at her stomach. He shot her an annoyed look and then focused on her abdomen. She had pulled down the upper part of her dress, which now hanged from her hips, and had remained in her bra. The bottom part was still there, fortunately for Kakashi. He wasn't sure he could deal with her crotch in front of him. Also, if that side of her hadn't changed, he remembered she liked very skimpy underwear.
Asuka tried to focus the little chakra she could control and lead it to her belly, and the seal appeared. It was a pentacle, a five-point star inscribed in a circle, whose center was Asuka's belly button. From there, a clockwise whirlpool formed. Kakashi put a hand on her seal, each finger touching one point of the star. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Having the Sharingan would have been very useful in that situation. He could feel two types of chakra in her body; one was running freely and calm, the other was following a rugged and haphazard path. "You were right," he said, looking at Asuka in the eye. She looked at him questioningly. "Your chakra is pretty fucked up. Do you remember in which direction it used to flow when you could control it?" She nodded. "Clockwise." Kakashi sighed. "I thought so. It is now flowing in a sort of counterclockwise direction. Sort of. Anyway," he glanced at her, "it's going to hurt." She nodded, and put a hand on Kakashi's shoulder for stability. The man put his right hand back on the pentacle seal, and with his other hand he gripped the fabric of her dress that was folded at her hips. He closed his eyes and inhaled, then focused his chakra on his fingertips and released it inside her body. At that, she gasped, and her hand gripped his neck. He briefly glanced at her and she nodded. He then proceeded to control his chakra, mixing it with hers and leading it in the right direction. It encountered some resistance at the beginning, but then it bent to Kakashi's chakra and started flowing smoothly. He heard Asuka exhale, and raised his head. She was looking at him, smiling. "I had forgotten this feeling, Kakashi. Chakra peacefully flowing in your body. It's so good."He smirked. "Fortunately your chakra nature, earth, is weaker than lightning. I could control it relatively easily." She playfully smacked his shoulder. "Hey, now, this alpha-male comment was totally unnecessary. You don't have to always remind me I'm weaker than you, you know," she joked, but his expression became serious. "I've never thought you were," he said. He then frowned, looking back at her fading seal, gently tracing his fingers over her abdomen. She knew fairly well what he was touching. "Why are there all these scars, Asuka?" He asked. The woman bit her lip. "I was trying to fulfil my mission. I hadn't found a solution, so…" She took his hand, gently, and put his finger on her wrist, where other scars were visible. He frowned. Then, she brought his hand on her neck, tracing a horizontal scar along her jugular vein. Lastly, she led his finger on the internal side of her left breast, where her heart was. He felt another scar under his fingertip, and his frown deepened. "I tried everything I could to end my life, but Amanozako wouldn't let me die. Her chakra would heal my wounds when I stabbed myself, she would protect me from fire, and when I tried to drown in the ocean, I woke up on land, alive. If I stopped eating, she would possess my body and hunt down animals at night. This happened around two years after I left. After a while, I gave up trying. It was uselessly painful." She looked at his eyes and sighed. "Don't make that face, Kakashi. Yes. It hurt like hell. And I failed my mission, after all. Neither a solution, not death. But now it's fine." How much had she suffered? Alone, nonetheless. She was definitely not weaker than him.
He realized that his right hand was still on her breast, while his left hand hadn't moved from her hip. He felt her fingers linger at the hem of his mask, then gently pulling the fabric down. "Have you been with other women, Kakashi?" He thought about them. Not many, but there had been some. "Yes," he replied. "Was it good?" He didn't know if that was a tricky question. But he had always been honest with her. "Yes." Closing his eyes, he leant into her hand which was gently stroking his cheek. "But it's never been like how it was with you," he added. It was true; he had never found that level of intimacy he had reached with her with anyone else. Her thumb was stroking his cheek. "I know what you mean," he heard her say. "It's been the same for me." Kakashi opened his eyes and looked at her. "How long has it been Asuka?" She was looking back at him with a warm fondness in her eyes. "13 years, 10 months, 23…" she glanced at the clock on the wall, "24 days. Not that I'm keeping count," she ended, smirking. He pulled her down with the hand he still had anchored at her hip, shifting his right hand from her chest to her lower back, so that she was straddling him. "Whatever. Too long." He whispered, before throwing himself at her mouth. She moaned at the contact of their mouths and tongues, her hands undoing his flak jacket and immediately slipping under his shirt, roaming his torso. He had not lost time either, pulling down her bra down to her waist, cupping her breast with one hand and rolling the skirt of her dress up to her waist, too, so that he could grip her butt cheek. 'Yeah, skimpy underwear,' he thought, noticing the lack of fabric there.
"Do you want to move to the bed, Kakashi?" she asked in his ear, nibbling his earlobe and sending electricity through his body. He did the same at her neck. "Yes. Lead the way," he said, hastily. She got off of him and stood up, then discarded her bra and dress that had created a lump around her waist, and turned to leave. She didn't hear the man follow her, so she turned around, only to find him unashamedly staring at her rear as she walked. She was still wearing her thong and boots, and it seemed it was a sight that turned him on. His eyes seemed those of a predator once it catches its prey. 'Let's hope he's going to eat you tonight, Princess.' Asuka heard a voice inside of her say. 'Shut up, and behave' she confined the spirit back to a remote part of her soul. She looked back at the man and faked a pout. "Aren't you coming, Kakashi?" She asked, almost purring. He immediately stood up from the couch and took the hand she was offering.
His arm circled around her waist, and he made her bend over the bed, on all fours. She instinctively spread her legs wider and rocked her hips towards him. His hands were ravenously touching her figure, and the tingle his teeth spurred as he bit into her flesh was throwing her off-board. Then she heard the sound of fabric tearing. "Uh, sorry 'bout that." She glanced back only to see Kakashi holding her once intact thong, and chuckled. "It's ok. I've got plenty of those." He smirked and tossed the undergarment away, focusing back on pleasuring her. Her moans were filling the room. "I've always loved how you smell and taste here," he subconsciously murmured against her private parts. That unusual word of affection had reached her ears, though. She turned and fought the lump forming in her throat. After all those years, that man was still there for her. She threw herself in his arms, kissing him hard, trying to convey her own feelings to him. The two parted only to let Kakashi take off his shirt, and Asuka planted kisses and bites all over his chest and abdomen, trailing down till the hem of his pants. She took them off of him and took his manhood into her mouth, revelling in the pleased growl that escaped the man's lips. She felt his fingers closing around her head, gripping her hair tightly but not actually hurting her, giving her the rhythm he preferred. Kakashi looked down at her and felt even more turned on by the look she was giving him. That nasty, sensual look of having the upper hand, but at the same time devoted and fond of him. He had found that look only in her eyes.
"Hey," he chortled, fighting the instinct to end in her mouth. She stood up and kissed him passionately, while Kakashi crawled on the bed on top of her. She briefly stopped the kiss. "Wait a second," she whispered, then took off the boots she still had on. He gave her a falsely disappointed look. "Don't make that face, I was hot!" She said, playfully smacking his chest. He smirked. "You still are." It took her a moment to understand his innuendo, and in that moment he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, hungrily kissing her. She let out a long moan as he entered her. How good that felt, even after all those years apart, that sensation was still there. It felt all so fantastic and marvelous, yet natural at the same time. Their bodies moved like a perfectly engaged mechanism. Kakashi felt the need to accelerate his pace, and as per mutual understanding, Asuka's moans became louder and higher, and her inside felt warmer and wetter. Her panting staggered and letting out a long moan, she abandoned herself to pleasure. After a few seconds, Kakashi felt his own orgasm override him, and lost himself in the sensation.
"Are you meeting the other Kage tomorrow?" Kakashi groaned, and snuggled his face in her neck, pulling her closer to him under the blanket. Asuka laughed. "What time?" "Midday. We're having lunch together," he said against her skin. The woman glanced at the clock, that read 4 a.m. "You can sleep here, if you want to," she said. "I had no intentions of going away," he replied, planting butterfly kisses on her neck. "And I could still delay sleep a while, you know…" he said, hugging her figure as she laughed and circled her arms around his neck.
"Okay, now I'm tired," Kakashi said, contently, laying down on the bed beside Asuka, after their second escapade that night. He glanced at the woman, who had her eyes close and a satisfied smile on her lips. "How do you feel with your chakra?" He asked, placing a hand on her abdomen. Her seal was not visible anymore. She covered his hand with her own. "I can feel it flowing calm and smooth. It's a wonderful sensation." She then turned her face to look him in the eye. "Thank you." He smiled. "I would do that again, you know." Her expression was gentle. "Not only for helping me with the seal. Thank you for not dying during the war. Thank you for not being angry with me after I left unexpectedly. Thank you for treating me now as you did 14 years ago." She had never told him she loved him. Never once, not even in their almost two-year long relationship. That was not a word she liked to use, because it felt like such a overused word. And neither had he, up until a few hours before when he was referring to her scent. But those gratitude words, to his ears, sounded like a love confession. He didn't know if that was what she truly wanted to convey, but he felt himself overridden by joy. He hugged her and kissed her lips. "Thank you for surviving the hell you went through. You are way stronger than me." She looked at him, smiling. "We are both strong," she said.